Cadejos by Mamaleek

And I've traveled so far to be so alone.
And I've traveled so long to sit and groan.
Just the drab furniture and the terrible thoughts that led me here,
to the middle of an arid desert,
one where God erected tall mountains,
and once sent His missioned prophets.
But now remains only deadly serpents and prickly thicket,
whose backs are beaten by a boiling star,
that keeps this circus in town.
I tell ya, the clowns are crying along with the children they terrorize.
God damn it, someone tell them the circus caravan left
and there's no more fun to be had.
And so the grotesque clowns wander,
but unlike the prophets,
they squander, in the desert over yonder,
the opportunity to get another bite of the apple,
amid a barren chapel,
where knees once bent for a celestial master
who would change their forsaken lot.
But I know that the desert and the mountains a
nd the fruit and even the clowns
and serpents will bring the truth of my exile.
Then finally, the oneiric pestilence will recede into
the shadows of the black cadejo.
Sure as poison, Sure as the staff of Moses.

Two anonymous brothers recording in San Francisco and Beirut. Mamaleek repeatedly creates some of the most intriguing, aesthetically-realized Black Metal anywhere.